When the end is near
we find we'll all be gone...

Ruffling my hair
i step out the door...

The complex puzzle on my desk
Is sort of like a confusing test...

This poem was intended to be shaped like a stop...
if you know me well enough, you'll know who this...

Reads like a story, but I thought that some people...
Inspired by Pure Silence, and her Poem...

Pens flying across the page
Writers siting in a daze...

Two fingers
intertwined...

Listen to the wind
as it blows through the trees...